this is a stale, paint-by-numbers B-action affair that, if you stop to turn on your brain for half-a-second, becomes mildly offensive due to the fact that Paul W.S. Anderson had five years to come up with a story
the movie percolates enough that even when, at its climax, it shamelessly recycles a grisly punch line from 1987's "RoboCop," it's kind of endearing, not least because Mr. Anderson and company make it work
if this really is to be The Final Chapter, loyal fans should find the conclusion of the Resident Evil series satisfactory, but audiences yet to be won over won't find anything new to sway them now